Yannick has been sick since Friday. Since Friday I’ve been holed up in the spare bedroom, refusing to touch any surface that he’s been near. I’ve been taking my vitamins. I’ve been drinking lots of water. I’ve been avoiding him.

Guess who woke up sick at 5:30 this morning?

I so wanted to stay in bed all day. Except for the sore muscles, sniffles, clogged ears and the uncanny way it felt EXACTLY like I was digesting burning pins each time I swallowed, I almost felt like it was something a few more hours of sleep could cure. No such luck.

I had to buy my wedding dress shoes. My mom and Laura picked me up and we went to BCBG downtown to get Laura’s maid-of-honor dress, then to St-Hubert street for my shoes. I love my shoes. I LOVE my shoes. I love them so much I can’t wait for the wedding mainly because of how much I love my shoes, and I can’t wait until after the wedding when I will re-dye them black and will get to wear them with a skirt or dressy pants. They are cute, sexy, can be dyed to match my dress, and are comfortable to wear. Love. My. Shoes.

I knit on the silly Fun Fur Purse in the car, because it was stockinette and dark and made me concentrate so I couldn’t think of how awful I felt. I also want it finished so I can free up the needles and not feel too guilty about starting something new.

Now I’m home and just took a NeoCitran, which means I’ll probably be asleep in 15 minutes. Want proof of how crappy I feel?

There are 4 rows left to knit on the last Sunrise Sock. 4 rows. That’s it. Knit 4 rows of 2×2 rib, BO then finito. Done. Empty sock needles waiting for the next pair. 4 rows.

And I’m not knitting.